The one with a letter to the wicked

Rvl’s pick:

Ready to Uff – Uffie (Ft. DJ Feadz)

There was a time when I faced similar situations like today and handled it rather poorly, since then I learned to calm things out and just apply the necessary corrective actions and things just tend to work themselves out. Today however, I couldn’t care less.

I’m not succumbing to my common forte and thus am just gonna wade through this just like another bad case of flu. There’s nothing much you can do, there is no cure and any treatment just somehow makes you feel worse off then before.

So I’m kicking in for today and just gonna enjoy my solitude. This week has represented what the Bunneh said:

“Today is the day where all the things that can go wrong, would go wrong”.

I second that statement and include one of my own.

“Life’s like a sucker punch, it hits you when you least expect it, hard”

-Sayonara-

The One with The Passing Fancy

Rvl’s Pick:

Cubicle – Rinocerose

She passed by like a bat out of hell, almost decimating everything in her path. Despite the speed, I noticed her, her form, her sexy little outfit and a hint of those kinky lingerie teasing from underneath.

I can’t say I wasn’t tempted, but it is what it is, a passing fancy. We never caught each other’s eyes nor did we make acquaintance.

I saw you again today, this time we crossed paths. You’re not as fast today, you took it slow and let prying eyes run their imagination all over you. I was one of them. There is something else different this time, you’re not alone. I know him, the one with you and I sigh a relief in the fact that he’s one hell of a guy and he’ll always care for you.

Till we meet again, I’m sure of it.

-Sayonara-

The One where I’ve lost my touch

RVL's Pick:

The skin of my yellow country teeth – Clap your hands and say Yeah!

Something is strangely shifting about me, I can’t understand why nor can I stop myself from letting all those things slip from my grasp. The flare and attractions of that world no longer runs deep rivers and fuel archaic fires inside me. I can feel bit by bit, moment by moment that the fire is dying.

I’ve been so distracted and taken from that world that the mental image in my head is slowly dissolving into a blurry picture of a once immaculate crystal imagery of a fairy-tale world I once sought after.

I have dearly missed those attributes of mine and the rush that came with it, I’ve become cold and bitter whenever that page from the past flashes in front me. In the bitterness I see a faint reflection of myself and how much all of it used to (perhaps still) mean to me.

There is a crucial difference between growing-up and getting older. A fine line which many of us still fails to see. I think I’m starting to be able to tell which is which.

Still, doesn’t mean I like it.

I wish for just a brief moment I can go back… reverse not just time and physical form but also mental state. This is one situation where I feel the saying “if only I knew then, what I know now” holds no bearing.

-Sayonara-